As Carrie made her way towards the bathroom she bumped into a man standing near the bar. He turned around to complain but stopped suddenly when his eyes sas the gorgeous Latina babe.
“Uh..Hey! He stuttered nervously. “Can I buy you a drink?”
Carrie just scoffed, disgusted at this pig who was sexualizing her.
“Oh, Please” she said with a mock laugh. “I think I’d rather be sick.”
She walked into the ladies room and glanced at the mirror. Something was wrong. She had never been a particularly curvy gal. She worked out all the time to keep her trim body from getting too “soft”. But as she kept walking past the mirror she couldn’t help but think her thighs and butt looked a bit bigger.
While Carrie looked for clues her body began to change more drastically. Her comment about feeling sick was about to become prophetic.
Her bra felt tight. She looked down at herself and shrieked. Her formerly unimpressive breasts were growing. A tingling in her backside brought her attention lower.
“Oh no! Please not that!” She squealed.
The tight buns she had worked so hard on at the gym were becoming a juicy bubble butt. She watched horrified as her skinny thighs suddenly started to pack on weight to better support her widening hips and growing buttocks.
“What eez happen-eeng to me!” She cried out in increasingly accented English. Her still growing tit flesh expanding past a DD and creating a canyon of cleavage atop her dress. Her skin had darkened slightly becoming a light brown color.
Carrie’s head began to ache as reality changed to reflect the traditional Latina woman she was becoming. The well to do Cuban family she had been born into becoming a working class Mestizo family from Mexico. Instead of her grandparents moving to America fifty years ago, she remembered being brought here by her undocumented parents as a child. Weekends partying with her friends became weekends with her siblings and cousins.
“No!” She shouted “I do not want dees! Pu-leez! Dees eez no buena! Her grasp of the English language weakened a bit more as it became a second language to her.
As a more traditional Hispanic upbringing took root in her past, the lesbian’s personality changed to fit. Carrie had always been a girly girl. She liked fashion, dancing, and cooking. Her desire for women shifted into a long held desire to find a husband and have children. Familia was everything to her and she couldn’t imagine going through life without one of her own. She had met the love of her life by chance at this very restaurant two years ago while working in the kitchen. He was a dark haired gringo who literally swept her off her feet after she slipped and spilled coffee on him. They fell in love right away and got married a year later.
Carrie looked at herself in the mirror.
The dress she wore had changed to be more form fitting, hugging her every curve. A tight fitting FF bra fought to contain the new pair of melons proudly pressing against her dress
She was a total knockout and she wasn’t shy about it. She smiled as her pouty lips gained a coating of red lipstick.
“I-Aye feeel…so…muy buena!” She said, her new native tongue feeling natural to her now.
As the werebreeder curse reached its conclusion it began to affect Carrie in a more literal manner too. She felt a bit queasy before her tanned stomach pushed out a little, first looking just a tad swollen, then growing into a slight dome shape. Within a few moments an all too recognizable baby bump protruded from her shirt. She looked like she was almost four months pregnant.
Her transformation finished, the newly minted mamacita adjusted her lipstick and gave her belly a pat before returning to the bar and sitting next to the man who had hit on the former Lesbian just a few minutes ago.
“Are you feeling any better Carina?” Her husband asked placing his arm around her.
“Oh, si si my dar-leeng. Mucho better.” The Latina mom-to-be answered, completely forgetting her old life as she celebrated a new one with her “Papi” and the first of their many children.